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“I can't wait for you.” Aziraphale says, hands still pressed against the curve of Crowley’s extended stomach, their child pressing against it and the angel smiling brighter.
“‘S a weird thing to say, Angel.” Crowley murmured, eyes still close and breathing even. The demon’s hand coming out to rest on top of Aziraphale’s. “Normally people would have worded that differently.” Crowley continued, head lifting and eyes opening to look at Aziraphale. “Like, ‘
I can’t wait to meet you
.’ would have been sufficient, Angel.”
“Oh, hush!” Aziraphale replied, laughter bubbling as the angel leaned in, pressing a kiss to Crowley’s cheek and pulling away, leaning down and whispering against the demon’s stomach, “Now don’t you mind all that, dear. I’m sure you knew exactly what I meant.” Aziraphale was met with another flurry of movement. Aziraphale looked up, “See, the baby agrees with me.”
Crowley laughed, “Felt more like our spawn was telling you off.” Crowley smiled as Aziraphale pouted, rising to the demon’s height once more. Crowley raised an eyebrow and instead of responded Aziraphale leaned in, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss. The conversation lay forgotten.